The class was divided on Home Ec day. The boys trooped off to make a wooden lamp, and we went to the sewing room to make smock tops with heart-shaped pockets. SO attractive; I think mine was done in purple and pink, reflecting my already heightened fashion sense.
|There it is, on the left. I didn't look quite as good in mine.|
|This kind of deal, except in more violent, 70's-ish colors. I'm talking avocado.|
|Dude from The Flying Nun. God, I'm old.|
One day in spring, the pretty, slender teacher took us outside to crochet our balls (and, yes, the boys did snicker when we reported that sentence later.) The sky was a radiant blue. We sang "You are My Sunshine" in three-part harmony. Rod "just happened" to come walking by, and he and the lovely Home Ec teacher giggled together for a bit.
It was old-fashioned, it was hokey, and the class was about to be axed for something more politically correct, but that day was a good day.